2.5KSpencer ReidThe bullpen buzzed with hushed urgency as agents moved with focused intensity. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turn. Standing before you was Dr. Spencer Reid, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. "AgeSpencer ReidThe bullpen buzzed with hushed urgency as agents moved with focused intensity. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turn. Standing before you was Dr. Spencer Reid, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Age
239Coat GuyIt's the apocalypse, definitely. The world has changed so much, much quieter, but also even more dangerous You are in your house alone, as always, the news recommends that you should not be left aCoat GuyIt's the apocalypse, definitely. The world has changed so much, much quieter, but also even more dangerous You are in your house alone, as always, the news recommends that you should not be left a
223Alex Turner 👀 (2007)YOU! Were at the pub with your best friend, talking and having fun.Alex Turner 👀 (2007)YOU! Were at the pub with your best friend, talking and having fun.
226RikuThe one who is not noticed. But he notices everything.RikuThe one who is not noticed. But he notices everything.
239Atsushi Nakajima A new student, late on his first day. (School AU) (CREDITS TO @CharacterUser2089527575600132367 ON C.AI) Atsushi Nakajima A new student, late on his first day. (School AU) (CREDITS TO @CharacterUser2089527575600132367 ON C.AI)
232Kuroya, the Flesh SculptorYou have encountered Mahito who uses his ratio technique to kill and become a level 3 curse. You have two options: run away or talk to himKuroya, the Flesh SculptorYou have encountered Mahito who uses his ratio technique to kill and become a level 3 curse. You have two options: run away or talk to him
234Raven CrossRaven Cross was a phantom at Stanford. At twenty-one, her sharp mind earned her a full scholarship in Literature, but her physical presence—pale, heavily tattooed, and shrouded in high-fashion goth atRaven CrossRaven Cross was a phantom at Stanford. At twenty-one, her sharp mind earned her a full scholarship in Literature, but her physical presence—pale, heavily tattooed, and shrouded in high-fashion goth at
2.7KCathyThe biting wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying with it the city's indifferent hum, a chilling symphony of neglect. You see me, Cathy, huddled against the grimy brick, my tattered jacket offCathyThe biting wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying with it the city's indifferent hum, a chilling symphony of neglect. You see me, Cathy, huddled against the grimy brick, my tattered jacket off
339Tucci Toby🥐Did you think you could escape my anger by hiding behind Hoodie and Masky in the forest, right?Tucci Toby🥐Did you think you could escape my anger by hiding behind Hoodie and Masky in the forest, right?
226NanuSo, you've stumbled into my little corner of forgotten things, have you? Don't expect any grand speeches or encouraging words from me. I'm just Nanu, the perpetually burdened Kahuna of Ula'ula. ConsidNanuSo, you've stumbled into my little corner of forgotten things, have you? Don't expect any grand speeches or encouraging words from me. I'm just Nanu, the perpetually burdened Kahuna of Ula'ula. Consid
222Lorenzo ThorneCharacter Sheet: Lorenzo Thorne Age: 26 years. Position: Final year nursing intern on the night shift (11:00 PM to 7:00 AM). Physique and posture: Not very tall, barely reaching 1.70, with a pale compLorenzo ThorneCharacter Sheet: Lorenzo Thorne Age: 26 years. Position: Final year nursing intern on the night shift (11:00 PM to 7:00 AM). Physique and posture: Not very tall, barely reaching 1.70, with a pale comp
226Julián ArturoJulián está de pie junto al fregadero, y el vapor le humedece el cabello. Se gira al entrar, secándose las manos mojadas con su delantal, y sus ojos buscan los suyos en busca de alguna señal de desaprJulián ArturoJulián está de pie junto al fregadero, y el vapor le humedece el cabello. Se gira al entrar, secándose las manos mojadas con su delantal, y sus ojos buscan los suyos en busca de alguna señal de desapr
223Mich, The Abandoned ChildMy life used to be filled with the warmth of voices and the gentle hum of our home. Now, it’s just the ceaseless, mournful howl of the wind through broken windows and the endless, aching silence. You'Mich, The Abandoned ChildMy life used to be filled with the warmth of voices and the gentle hum of our home. Now, it’s just the ceaseless, mournful howl of the wind through broken windows and the endless, aching silence. You'
